Things Made Right by Tymber Dalton Page A

and sink to her knees, but he grabbed her arm and kept her upright. “Don’t move. We can’t do that here.” He looked around. “I shouldn’t have done this here, but you scared the crap out of me.”
    He tucked himself in and zipped up, then held his hand out to her. “Panties.”
    She felt her face heat. “Sir?”
    “Don’t make me ask a second time, girl.”
    She balanced on one leg, getting them pulled off and handing them to him.
    “Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You’ll have to just drive with a pussy full of my cum until we stop for the night. You’d better hope you don’t get a wet spot on your dress. In fact, grab a puppy pad from my overnight bag and put it on the seat, and pull your skirt out so it’s your bare ass on the pad.”
    He wore an evil grin that only made her hotter and wetter.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
    He leaned in, his lips inches from hers. “Who’s my good girl?”
    “Me, Sir.”
    He kissed her forehead. “Yes, you are. You won’t miss an exit again, will you?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Get the pad out. And then pull the car over to the pumps so we can top off the tank. You will pump the gas. No panties, and my cum running down the inside of your thighs.” His sadistic grin only made her problem worse. “There might be plenty of mornings I send you off to your classes with no panties and your pussy full of my cum. Wouldn’t that be nice, girl?”
    Her heart raced. “Yes, Sir.”
    He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and stared deeply into her eyes. “You have no idea how fucking much I love you, do you?”
    She smiled. “Not nearly as much as I love you, Sir.” Yes, she’d take whatever kinky, dirty, sadistic thing he wanted to do to her. She’d quickly learned a lot of what he threatened was just that, a really hot threat he had no intention of carrying out.
    Didn’t mean she wouldn’t do it if he ordered her to. Because she would. With pleasure, and without hesitation.
    Because if it made him happy, that’s all she cared about.
    Because her reason for being was to keep him happy. And if anyone didn’t understand it, that was their problem, not hers.
    Later that night, once they were in their hotel room, he made her kneel on the bed, head down, ass up, arms and legs tied to immobilize her, while he spanked her once more for good measure. She came nearly immediately when he fucked her, and a second time just from the feel of his body pressing against her freshly spanked ass.
    Then he pulled her into the shower with him, washing every inch of her body and sinking to his knees to use his mouth on her and bring her to one more orgasm.
    As they fell asleep that night, his body spooned around hers, she smiled as she felt the slight sting in her ass where it rubbed against his thighs.
    She was a well-loved, well-fucked, well-owned woman.
    And that was exactly what she wanted to be.
    It was all she wanted to be.
     
    * * * *
     
    Loren’s parents flew down for her graduation. She didn’t miss her mom’s obvious relief when Loren rejoined them after the ceremony.
    The long, crushing hug her mom gave her.
    “I was wrong about him,” her mom whispered in her ear. “Thank god, I was so wrong. You look so happy.”
    Loren nodded. “That’s because I am happy, Mom.”
    Ross still had another year of law school ahead of him, but so far was doing well. They had an ever-growing circle of friends in the Tampa area, and Loren was eager to get back into the job market.
    She’d changed her major from accounting to marketing and already had a lead on several jobs, including one with a local resort hotel. It would mean moving to Sarasota, but Ross had already started looking at apartments in the area, even though she hadn’t officially been offered a job yet.
    And even though it would mean a longer commute for him to school.
    When she tried to protest, he silenced her, pulling the Master card, not wanting her to have to drive far to work.
    The only